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Raven, raven…

Pretty birdy;

Tell me what you see.

Oh! Raven, raven…

Pretty birdy;

Sing a song for me.

And tell me, what is it you see?

All the blood and the gore,

Of which I ignore…

All the hurt and the pain,

From which I refrain…

Oh! Raven, raven…

Pretty birdy;

Never let them see,

Of what I truly am to be…

Of what lurks within me!



I look to the moon from the bars of my cage,

And this yearning for freedom fills me with rage!

I wish to explore endless highs,

And soar those night-time skies!

I want something better;

/A freedom to choose…!/

But no matter what,

I always loose!



Raven, raven…

Pretty birdy;

Tell me what you see.

Oh! Raven, raven…

Pretty birdy;

Sing a song for me.

And tell me, what is it you see?

All the blood and the gore,

Of which I ignore…

All the hurt and the pain,

From which I refrain…

Oh! Raven, raven…

Pretty birdy;

Never let them see,

Of what I truly am to be…

Of what lurks within me!



A sadistic nature hides deep inside,

Where at my strings it must pull

And time it must bide…!

The days of my tormentors,

Are now things of the past.

But somewhere in my mind,

/I hope to make them last…!/

Vicious, sadistic outbursts;

Painted in violent red.

Scary little things,

That we both cherish and dread…



Raven, raven…

Pretty birdy;

Tell me what you see.

Oh! Raven, raven…

Pretty birdy;

Sing a song for me.

And tell me, what is it you see?

All the blood and the gore,

Of which I ignore…

All the hurt and the pain,

From which I refrain…

Oh! Raven, raven…

Pretty birdy;

Never let them see,

Of what I truly am to be…

Of what lurks within me!



Beasts cannot be tamed,

As they sharpen their bloody claws…

Sitting chained in their cage,

Not quite sure if they’re ashamed.

So hide behind a mask,

And build your bloody walls…!

Do not trust anyone at all,

And answer alone to your one true call.

Your path is different from theirs,

And it can be terrifying all on your own…

But always remember,

What it is that you call home.



Raven, raven…

Pretty birdy;

Tell me what you see.

Oh! Raven, raven…

Pretty birdy;

Sing a song for me.

And tell me, what is it you see?

All the blood and the gore,

Of which I ignore…

All the hurt and the pain,

From which I refrain…

Oh! Raven, raven…

Pretty birdy;

Never let them see,

Of what I truly am to be…

Of what lurks within me!



Take flight, little ones...~ ;)

Two pairs of hands and two pairs of feet.

Pushing you down, as with your ribcage they meet.

Whimpering and writhing in pain on the floor,

No one comes to help you as they once did before.

You don’t bother to scream, because no one can hear.

Those two pairs of hands are the one thing you fear.

You pretend that it’s something you know nothing about,

Because you don’t wish for pity and can go without.

And if those two pairs of hands throw you down once more,

Their two smirking faces you will try to ignore.

No one even bothers to see your pain,

So you’ll just repeat the pattern.

Again, and again.

Only when you find true friends, will you even try to refrain.

You won’t remember it much, seven years from now.

Your memories (repressed), having just been re-found.

And when you look back, all you will see…

Is a version of yourself just as twisted as me.

Your own set of hands, and your own set of feet.

And your own damn smirk, as you watch people bleed.

You’re sick in the head, and you really need help.

Before the guilt overwhelms, and you go kill yourself.

Standing on a bridge, in the middle of the night.

You allow your brain one last fight, before finally deciding to do what’s right.

But even when you do, nobody cares.

And in the middle of a sentence, it’s like you’re not even there.

In this harsh world, friend becomes just another word for one with which you acquaint.

Such a sad and lonely place.

Fading into black, as love and hope grow faint.

You must leave this awful world, with a smile upon your face.

And hopefully delve down, into a blissful catatonic state…

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BLOODLIFE
08:45 Jul 05 2013

Excellent work, great read.

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Unsure338
09:39 Jul 05 2013

Thanks

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Invisible.

Barely as noticeable as a gust of wind that enters your house and sends a chill up your spine;

The one that gives you a sense of something sinister lurking just beneath the surface,

Yet that you brush off as nothing more than a silly superstition...

We hate, because we fear.

And we are afraid of what is different, of things that are not normal or that we cannot see.

People should learn to be afraid of what they can see,

For more often than not it is a lie.

Unlike that which is hidden.

An optimist at heart,

Who acts like a cynic...

Who crowns themselves a realist,

For a cynical world is all their optimistic heart has known.

Un amador...

Who under the surface is vulnerable,

Who really does care when they say that they don't.

One so easily wounded and broken,

But so much harder to patch up and put back together.

Sad and naïve, nothing more than a frightened child.

But it is better to be feared,

Better to be hated,

/Than to ever to seen.../